little folks are people too very much like me and you the little things they say and do they kinda make your day foolishness and common sense through the eyes of innocence skip a rope or jump a fence gettin’ in the way

daddy, why are you so tall? daddy, why am i so small? daddy, who makes snowflakes fall? could it be the lord? chasing puppies, climbin’ trees bumping heads and skinnin’ knees it’s not very hard to see that kids are god’s reward

little folks get down and out the girls will cry and boys will pout before you know what it’s about they’re smiling once again colored kites on summer breeze jingle bells and christmas trees too soon they’re only memories do you remember when?

daddy, what makes eagles fly? what makes clouds float in the sky? and daddy, if i really try will i grow up someday?

but little folks slip through our hands like so many grains of sand you’d best enjoy them while you can so soon they fly away…